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STATUS: Illness is not an indulgence which you should pay for nor is it a crime for which you should be punished. 11 yrs ago
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Illness is not an indulgence which you should pay for nor is it a crime for which you should be punished.
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11 yrs ago
When you accidentally scream "RED BULL HEAL" to your xbox one kinect instead of IRON BULL HEAL...
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If you stand for nothing you will fall for anything.
11 yrs ago
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The land to Red’s gut was successful like she wanted though the woman had more strength than previously anticipated. The agile thief caught herself mid-fall and flipped backward landing on one of the steps in a crouching position with short sword in hand. Vibrant emerald hues glinted in pure glee while watching this woman catch the broadsword and slash at the white knight. Red mouthed the word ‘excellent’ to no one in particular as she anxiously waited for the other’s reactions to draw attention away. For she was highly efficient in back-stabs but this setting was not ideal because a swindler in the open did not have the same result as one in the dark. An opportune moment to sneak away for an element of surprise would be difficult here but not exactly impossible. Without further ado her body remained low to creep behind a downed pillar when the woman was occupied, in time Red would be able to launch. Patience...
No worries, Red was going to take up Riin's challenge regardless.
>ω<
>ω<
Red grinned wide in amusement before snickering at the two standing tensely before her. The one male trying in vain to talk this ill-tempered woman down and Red knew from the start that such words would not sate that one. Even though ire radiated from that abrasive woman so easily, there were always painful reasons behind such behavior. The red thief took this possibility into account but whether the woman actually dwelled in torment or not would not sway Red’s demeanor so easily. Her threatening words to smite them all were brazenly droll and if she did manage to follow through with success, well, that would be especially worthy of respect.
“Admirable try white knight but I think your words fell on deaf ears--and yours too.” She said to both men while casting glances between them. “For pity’s sake, you would deny this woman the fight she seeks? Where is your chivalry?” Words were said with that signature smirk of hers.
Crouching a bit low in a defensive stance fingers gripped edges of two throwing daggers, with a brisk motion two blades were thrown toward the neck of the woman with raven hair. These were not meant as killing blows in the slightest but simply a warning that further aggression would be met with confrontation, if that is what she truly wanted. While Red threw those daggers a free hand reached behind to clasp Ad Mortem twin brother’s handle and free it of its sheath. Inside a ancient tomb there had been two semi-identical short shorts resting beside the dark knight’s side, and she took them both. The true Ad Mortem had never been used since after her family’s infliction perhaps out of respect. Without hesitation she readied for any incoming attack, wondering all the while when this woman would come to her senses.
“Admirable try white knight but I think your words fell on deaf ears--and yours too.” She said to both men while casting glances between them. “For pity’s sake, you would deny this woman the fight she seeks? Where is your chivalry?” Words were said with that signature smirk of hers.
Crouching a bit low in a defensive stance fingers gripped edges of two throwing daggers, with a brisk motion two blades were thrown toward the neck of the woman with raven hair. These were not meant as killing blows in the slightest but simply a warning that further aggression would be met with confrontation, if that is what she truly wanted. While Red threw those daggers a free hand reached behind to clasp Ad Mortem twin brother’s handle and free it of its sheath. Inside a ancient tomb there had been two semi-identical short shorts resting beside the dark knight’s side, and she took them both. The true Ad Mortem had never been used since after her family’s infliction perhaps out of respect. Without hesitation she readied for any incoming attack, wondering all the while when this woman would come to her senses.
Red reached the decimated bridge without noticing fellow travelers, the gorgeous steed’s silver horseshoes clopping over the bits and pieces which seemed to echo oddly enough. Another horse could be seen grazing about the valley freely though she dare not untie this newly acquired animal in fear of it sprinting away. With nimble movements she slid off the saddle with reins in hand to tie the long rope around a slim birch. A neigh escaped “midnight’s” throat and she glided a gloved hand over the base of its neck, not out of compassion but to calm the noises down. She was no longer alone, or had she ever been? Were more to come she silently asked? Fingers danced over visible throwing daggers attached to black fitted pants, one could never be too careful when exploring new places.
With much stealth Red silently crept up each fractured step to the voice speaking until two strangers were in view. A smile formed after witnessing the armored dame extend a broadsword toward the others direction. Already this trip appeared to be quite interesting and she could not have asked for better company from these hostile events unfolding. Clearly the man meant no harm and all appeared to be well as he extended an olive branch of peace—so the saying goes. Red took this opportunity to step from behind a ruined pillar to confront the duo with a greeting in her own unorthodox way.
“This man bothering you miss?” Red inquired sarcastically with an arrogant smirk and a raised brow.
“I did not know this was a social gathering for I brought no gifts for the host.” A sigh could be heard while folding arms across her chest, intense emerald hues scanning over the scared temple quickly. Although this spiritual place stood far from pristine one could almost still feel a purity lingering through the damaged architecture. Its revered presence enough to halt nearly anyone in their tracks to take in a breath of air, and gawk over each remaining column in wonder.
With much stealth Red silently crept up each fractured step to the voice speaking until two strangers were in view. A smile formed after witnessing the armored dame extend a broadsword toward the others direction. Already this trip appeared to be quite interesting and she could not have asked for better company from these hostile events unfolding. Clearly the man meant no harm and all appeared to be well as he extended an olive branch of peace—so the saying goes. Red took this opportunity to step from behind a ruined pillar to confront the duo with a greeting in her own unorthodox way.
“This man bothering you miss?” Red inquired sarcastically with an arrogant smirk and a raised brow.
“I did not know this was a social gathering for I brought no gifts for the host.” A sigh could be heard while folding arms across her chest, intense emerald hues scanning over the scared temple quickly. Although this spiritual place stood far from pristine one could almost still feel a purity lingering through the damaged architecture. Its revered presence enough to halt nearly anyone in their tracks to take in a breath of air, and gawk over each remaining column in wonder.
I’ve been trying to join a god forsaken “summoner” type rp in ages but they don’t seem to get past the interest check stage.
Heavy on the quotes as I know this is different.
I would most likely be interested once the ooc goes up as I don’t fully commit or make a character until that piece is finished however.
Sounds neat otherwise.
>ω<
Heavy on the quotes as I know this is different.
I would most likely be interested once the ooc goes up as I don’t fully commit or make a character until that piece is finished however.
Sounds neat otherwise.
>ω<
“1…2…3…Drink!”
Roars of inebriated men and woman alike exclaimed with flushed faces in the dimly lit space, clear signs of potent alcohol rushing through their system. These commoners surrounded a rounded wooden table damp with sticky liquor, two people hunched over the surface staring fiercely at one another locked in a crucial bet. A massively burly man held up a moistened mug to his lips covered over by a bristly onyx mustache, and began pouring the beverage into his vast mouth in haste. Surprisingly the other patron was a petite fire haired woman who held the same sized flagon in hand. A smug smirk crossing light peach tinted lips before she downed the ale in a matter of seconds before her massive counterpart. Abruptly standing to slam down the cup in self-satisfaction receiving enormous praise though they would forget her name soon enough. These little gambles Red took every so often did not add up fast enough or were not worthy enough to remember--it was all truly pathetic in hindsight.
The defeated lad slouched down in the seat hanging his head low before offering a gruff shake of hands to the victor. The woman in black slid the collection of meager winnings into a tiny hide pouch before stopping over to the bar keep. Stealthily her fingers flung over a coin into an empty cup near the man. Of course, she did not truly win without a bit of help. There were errands that needed to be seen to, especially today. Intoxication would pose trouble when riding a horse no doubt, not to mention possible motion sickness over rough terrain. Most of her refills had been highly watered down brew in thanks to the man behind the counter, and she paid her due before bustling out of the pub.
Beside the establishment tied to a hitching post a horse nibbled on a patch of grass. After unknotting the rope she placed a boot into the stirrup to fling herself over with ease before flicking the reins and adding a slight command with her voice. This horse had a name unknown to her since it had been “borrowed” in the previous town. She had meant to think of one on the way but the magnificent midnight steed took direction without one just fine. Their destination not far from this location and within view once bypassing the modest hamlet buried within semi-cleared thickets. Hooves propelled toward the horizon galloping against the land toward some sort of shrine in the distance. With luck her future would change today...
Roars of inebriated men and woman alike exclaimed with flushed faces in the dimly lit space, clear signs of potent alcohol rushing through their system. These commoners surrounded a rounded wooden table damp with sticky liquor, two people hunched over the surface staring fiercely at one another locked in a crucial bet. A massively burly man held up a moistened mug to his lips covered over by a bristly onyx mustache, and began pouring the beverage into his vast mouth in haste. Surprisingly the other patron was a petite fire haired woman who held the same sized flagon in hand. A smug smirk crossing light peach tinted lips before she downed the ale in a matter of seconds before her massive counterpart. Abruptly standing to slam down the cup in self-satisfaction receiving enormous praise though they would forget her name soon enough. These little gambles Red took every so often did not add up fast enough or were not worthy enough to remember--it was all truly pathetic in hindsight.
The defeated lad slouched down in the seat hanging his head low before offering a gruff shake of hands to the victor. The woman in black slid the collection of meager winnings into a tiny hide pouch before stopping over to the bar keep. Stealthily her fingers flung over a coin into an empty cup near the man. Of course, she did not truly win without a bit of help. There were errands that needed to be seen to, especially today. Intoxication would pose trouble when riding a horse no doubt, not to mention possible motion sickness over rough terrain. Most of her refills had been highly watered down brew in thanks to the man behind the counter, and she paid her due before bustling out of the pub.
Beside the establishment tied to a hitching post a horse nibbled on a patch of grass. After unknotting the rope she placed a boot into the stirrup to fling herself over with ease before flicking the reins and adding a slight command with her voice. This horse had a name unknown to her since it had been “borrowed” in the previous town. She had meant to think of one on the way but the magnificent midnight steed took direction without one just fine. Their destination not far from this location and within view once bypassing the modest hamlet buried within semi-cleared thickets. Hooves propelled toward the horizon galloping against the land toward some sort of shrine in the distance. With luck her future would change today...
Ooo, interesting character Arg!
aww.. -huggles Riin-
Riin will probably loath Red but she thrives off of those defensive/aggressive personality types.
She'll try relentlessly to get a rise out of her.
^^
Riin will probably loath Red but she thrives off of those defensive/aggressive personality types.
She'll try relentlessly to get a rise out of her.
^^
he won't know if he doesn't try.
XD
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